I'm so Tired

A 13-post collection

It's 6:30 AM. It's overcast. And I got to bed at around 11:30 last night.

If there was a better day to just roll over and snooze in bed, I can't name it.

Unfortunately for me, I have this whole 'parental responsibilities' thing that means I have to do the brat run and all that noise. Chaos has foxtails because I couldn't be arsed doing the usual topsy cascade thing. Mayhem's okay, he got everything organised before I dragged myself out of the bedchamber.

Today is going to be a small slice of hell. Because last night was dedicated to a special showing of Blade Runner. About which, I shall rant once Beloved actually sees it.

Here's the irony: The whole thing last night was supposed to be Beloved and I and the workmates all seeing Blade Runner. But some massive SNAFU came up and Beloved missed the whole dang movie. So my antisocial arse didn't have anyone to talk to until after.

And said SNAFU just went ON until long about 10PM. Hence the late, late bedtime.

The good news for you is that y'all have buckets more of that TAZ:BA1 fanfic I'm working on.

For those waiting in anticipation of the The Amity Incident dead tree version, I may have to do some jiggery-pokery to make it happen. Fonts and whatnot. Because Lulu has maximum page counts that aren't in their FAQ :P

If I can get it down to 800 pages, y'all can have a firkin hardcover. Which means I get to feel firkin fancy. And you get a physical fucking bludgeon-damage type book.

I shall be doing that, and probably loads of fanfic, today. Assuming I can focus for long enough to write anything meaningful today.

Acronym update. Since the D&D campaign the McElroys have been running for three years is over, and they have a new campaign going... the initial 3Yr campaign is now called the Balance Arc. The podcast is still The Adventure Zone, or TAZ, but the Balance Arc is now TAZ:BA. Take note. I won't be doing this footnote again. ↩

Monday wore me out. Tuesday, likewise. I am not built for extended travel. If I'm going long distances for extended periods of time, I need like 12 to 24 hours to recuperate after the travel, please.

Today, after two days of hither and yon, after going through the emotional wringer, after coming home after all that and still wringing a piece of coherent story out of my addled brain... I want nothing more than to retreat into a pillow-fort of solitude and

Since the Serotonin was making me constantly semi-drowsy, my doctor switched me out to Zoloft. Or, in this case, the generic, no-brand equivalent of Zoloft because the Australian medical system is not the price-gouging hell-hole that the US has got.

I'm on half a pill, taken in the evening, to scale up to a whole pill later on. And right now, because I dropped the Serotonin and took up the Zoloft, I feel pretty damn awful.

I've hit a new low, today! 88.5 kilos, hooray. And I have Sardine Pizza to thank for it.

Yes, it's one of my dietary abominations. Take one $3 pizza from Aldi's, and two tins of Golden Circle sardines. Add the sardines to the pizza, garnish with mushrooms and cheese, and bake according to the pizza box instructions.

Since the Golden Circle sardines are super big, this pizza is super-filling, and I only had two slices of this abomination and it kept

Beloved has a day off Mondays, because working on Saturdays is a thing during the Melbourne Cup wind-up. This, I thought, would be a prime opportunity to get them to adhere to the rest of the house's rules.

No.

Such.

Luck.

Beloved had a great case of persistent inertia and gave me the Irrits. Which culminated in a crescendo of me yelling about all the things that Beloved does to piss me the fuck off.

Woke up at roughly 1:30 AM. Spotty, intermittent sleep until 5AM when my braid decided that, yes, going into slumber was a great idea.

And then, half an hour later, Rabbit started saying 'good morning' to everyone. 5:30 Am, after a rough night like that one, is the time that I least appreciate Steam Powered Giraffe. But I get over it quickly enough.

My gaseous plans to fetch batteries or shop around for cabochons on the cheap are currently shelved.

Yesterday morning, I forgot that I had to go on the Leyland's Tour to get Chaos some of the metal help she needs. The kid's wound tighter than an obsessive persons' clock. I can't really fathom why, Beloved and I spoil the spots off her.

Anyway. On top of that nonse, I also had to do my regular nonse, which included the monotonous and thankless task of linking up

I've had the second shitty night in a row and that sort of thing is never good for me. My spoons are at a minimum. My entire day is going to be "Can't be arsed, gotta do it anyway" with a side order of slow, uncomfortable moaning.

Good thing Steam Powered Giraffe is there to help my limited powers of concentration and at least keep me in the same plane of reality.